Temporary Solution

Grab hold, to what, it doesn’t matter. Anything strong enough to hold me back from another slip further down. It doesn’t really matter if that landing leads down a tunnel of something else dark, at least I’m under my own will for a moment. So where does the path go? Sometimes out, sometimes a slow decent even further into darkness. Sometimes it simply leads back to the fall. But anything for a quick fix. Anything to get me away from myself. To get away from that part of my mind that takes pleasure in ripping another hole in my soul.